perfection

I woke up like thisIn the shadow of myself In the dead of lightWith a raging hunger And I Don’t mean a desire For food I mean A thirst and a craving for An uncharted truth You know it That time you come And say it out loud All the things that You’re afraid to admit or Talk about The things that have the Potential to shut your Joy down The things you couldn’t Admit to yourself Just say them to me now – I Woke up like this In that patchwork shade of grey Where they tried to water it down But it was never that simple You say That it shouldn’t be spoken of Because it’s twisted and It’s dark Yet the world remains fearless In showing images of violence And the stopping Heart – I Crave only to see what gets The fire in your blood All those things that keep You up at night and produce The joys of your art I – Know you’d expect me to tremble In fear And maybe I will In the beginning At the first point of my hearing but –I Woke up like this In the dead of night Wishing That you were right here With your flaws and perfections By my side . . .